Meet the men of the Healed Hearts Romance Collection with a cowboy
determined to mend a country girl’s broken heart, a billionaire who meets his
match in a sassy, spirited book agent, and a kickboxing instructor who possesses
the love and patience needed for a scarred woman to trust again.

Prepare to have your heart stolen! This set contains three full-length
novels with characters that’ll stay with you long after the pages are read!

Betty Shreffler is a
USA Today and International Bestselling Romance Author. She writes sexy
and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you
don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and
their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet
and a whole lot of sense of humor. If she’s not writing or doing book events,
you can find her snuggling with her pups watching a movie, enjoying wildlife
behind the lens of a camera, hiking in the woods, or sipping wine behind a
deliciously steamy book.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Call it superstition, but when a guy bats as hot as Brooks
Elliott, you don’t mess with what’s working. And what’s working is him keeping
his pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field.

So when I hear he’s planning to ditch his V-card now that
he’s been traded to baseball’s lovable losers—aka my home team and my reason
for living every March through October—I do what any rational, dedicated,
obsessed fan would do.

I make a plan to stop him.

But the thing about stopping him is that it requires
spending time with him.

Lots. And lots. And lots of time.

And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. Not
as the guy who’s going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home a
championship ring, but as the guy who’s helping me in my quest to bring back
the team’s old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. And
who would do almost anything for his love of the game.

But after all this time of jock-blocking him…do I even have
a chance?

And if I do, are we both destined to a life
of celibacy in the name of winning?

Jock Blocked is a home run of a romantic comedy
featuring the world’s most superstitious sports fan, baseball’s oldest virgin
hero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the best
lovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after more
satisfying than a game-winning grand slam.

I never
meant to become a criminal. But in the grand scheme of life, I don’t think I’m
technically engaging in criminal behavior.

At least,
if it is, you could call it a crime of passion.

And I am very
passionate in my belief that while the Fireballs need to make changes to halt
their record-breaking streak of being the worst losing team ever to play
professional baseball, they don’t need to do it with a new mascot. Which is why
I decided to take two weeks off work and fly to Florida for spring training,
where I’m not saying that I’ve snuck into my home team’s ballpark after hours
to steal the worst proposed mascot costume, but I’m not saying I haven’t
either.

Meatballs?

They
actually let a meatball make the final cut.

I needed at
least another full season to get over the fact that the new Fireballs ownership
killed the last mascot, and here they are, letting fans vote on replacing
Fiery the Dragon with flaming meatballs.

I snort to
myself while I creep through the darkened concrete hallways with a flaming
meatball swallowing half of my body.

If you’re
going to steal a giant meatball costume, it’s best to act like you know what
you’re doing. And striding out of here with zero shame means two things—one, no
one’s going to stop me, and two, even if they do, I’m incognito.

It’s the
perfect crime to counter the crime of killing Fiery.

I’m one
turn away from the door that I left propped open for myself after hiding out in
the family bathroom after today’s game when voices drift toward me.

One male.

One female.

Neither is
familiar, but as I get closer to my final turn, I realize the voices are
between me and my exit.

No biggie.

I got this.

I can
stroll on by, flash a thumbs-up, pretend like I’m heading out to prank the
Fireballs at the team compound they’re all staying at, or to make a fast-food
run for publicity.

Acting like
I know what I’m doing inside this mascot costume is as easy as breathing. When
you’ve seen thousands of baseball games in your lifetime, it’s not hard.

So I turn
the corner.

And then I
suck in a surprised breath, because that’s Brooks Elliott.

Oh. My.
God.

Brooks
Elliott.

The
Fireballs’ newest acquisition. Like, so new he arrived yesterday. A
mid-spring training acquisition, which is practically unheard of.

He plays
third base, and he hits the ball like it’s evil incarnate and he’s an avenging
angel and it’s his job to send that evil into another dimension.

He could be
the reason we legitimately have a shot at making it to the post-season.

And I am not
going to hyperventilate like I did the last time I was face-to-face with a
baseball player.

Pippa Grant is a USA Today
Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down
your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned
employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her
adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while
fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

After watching my friends all get coupled up and blissfully
happy, I vowed that it would never be me. Being with one woman – and only one
woman – was enough to make me sick. I’d get bored.

I was a cocky fucker and that’s how I planned on staying...

Playing the field suited me right and I wasn’t going to give
that up for anything. Football and women were all that I knew and that was how
it was going to stay.

Until she came along…

Meghan came into my life and turned it on its axis. She was
feisty, had the right amount of sass and didn’t take any of my cockiness to
heart. Having her in my life shouldn’t have been as much hard work as it was
turning out to be but when I was with her...

It all felt right; even though it should feel wrong.

Meghan

I had no time for men. They were a waste of time and energy
and were only good for one thing.

The last man that I had let into my life had made me learn
that lesson. After being made a mother, I was taught that I could only rely on
one person. Myself. There was no prince charming; only a prince for the night.

Logan was a player. That was obvious. I had vowed to stay as
far away as I could from players but when I saw him with my baby girl, I wanted
him to be my prince charming. One night was never going to be enough with
him...

Logan West wasn’t a perfect love. He was a rough love that
would leave you torn to pieces when he left.

Lizzie James was born in Abergavenny, Wales. She also has a
full time for her local government authority in the maintenance department. She
is a born-and-bred welsh valley girl and always has a book on her. It had been
Lizzie’s dream to be a writer but it wasn’t until she was in her late 20’s, did
she finally put pen to paper and start writing her first novel Tangled Web.

Lizzie James is a huge Superman fan and is a little bit
obsessed with all things comic book. She also loves music but can never decide
on one specific genre. You’ll find RnB, pop, rock, acoustic and contemporary
all on her MP3 player. If you ask what her favourite song is, she’ll have a
different answer for you every time. She is a huge book lover but her favourite
genre is romance. Lizzie loves reading and supporting her fellow indie authors.
She is a firm believer that all bestsellers start as indie authors and loves to
help support them however she can.

Autumn enjoys writing angsty romance, featuring flawed and
quirky characters and hard-won happy ever afters. When she’s not working as a
nurse assistant, you’ll find her behind keyboard writing stories, or curled up
on the couch with a book. Her work has been featured in USA Today’s Happy Ever
After.She lives with her two children and one fur baby, enjoys good wine and
binge-watching TV shows whenever she can.

She was the fruit of a forbidden tree, but nothing in this
world was going to stop me from tasting her.

My name is Dylan Murphy, and I work for the rich and
powerful of an exclusive Manhattan building. Graham Morgan was my first boss,
but soon after I was working with some of the most famous entrepreneurs,
business moguls, and movie stars in the city. They trusted me because I always
followed the cardinal rules:

Never betray secrets. And never, under any circumstance, get
personally involved.

I’d never dreamed of violating my professional mantra.

Not until she walked past me.

The look we exchanged that night set my body on fire, and I
knew right then and there that no matter the consequences, she was going to be
mine. But she was one of them—off limits and out of my league, but she was the
kind of woman who I was willing to risk everything for.

I keep other people’s secrets for a living, but the biggest
secret of all might be my own.

With an introverted mind and a sarcastic sense of humor,
Christopher Harlan has been many things throughout his life. He started life as
a mixed up mixed kid, like his protagonist, Logan, in his bestselling Young
Adult novel “Away From Here”, and now spends his days writing stories. He’s
published over 15 books in contemporary romance and young adult, and has no
plans of stopping anytime soon. The one constant in his life has been his love
of a good book, and his passion for telling stories. He was born and raised in
Queens, New York.